The Complete Empire Trilogy
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A breeze wafted through the open windows above the great hall of the Acoma, carved into the side of the hill against which the estate house rested. Despite the brilliance of the lamps, the room was thrown into gloom in the farthest corners. The cho-ja globes on their stands stayed unlit, and the low dais used for informal conference remained the only island of illumination. Those servants in attendance waited a discreet distance away, within call should they be needed but out of earshot of any discussion. Mara resumed, ‘What we speak of here must be kept in our circle alone.’ She asked Arakasi, ‘How much time do you need to spend upon this new threat?’
Arakasi gave a palms-upward shrug that revealed a yellow bruise on one wristbone. ‘I can only surmise, mistress. My instincts tell me the organisation I encountered is based to the east of us, probably in Ontoset. We have light ties between there and Jamar and the City of the Plains, since the cover was a factor’s business. An enemy who discovered our workings to the west would see nothing beyond coincidence in the eastern connection. Yet I do not know where the damage originated. The trace could have started somewhere else.’
Mara chewed her lip. ‘Explain.’
‘I did some cursory checking before I returned to Sulan-Qu.’ More nervelessly cold than Keyoke could be before battle, the Spy Master qualified. ‘On the surface, our trading interests seem secure to the west and north. The recent expansion I have regrettably been forced to curtail was located south and east. Our unknown opponent may have stumbled onto some operation we just set in place; or not. I cannot say. His effect has been felt very clearly. He has detected some aspect of our courier system, and deduced of our methods to establish a network to observe us. This enemy has placed watchers where they are likely to trap someone they hope they can trace back to a position of authority. From this I extrapolate that our enemy has his own system to glean advantage from such an opportunity.’
Hokanu settled an arm around Mara’s lower back, though her manner did not indicate she needed comfort. ‘How can you be certain of this?’
Baldly Arakasi said, ‘Because it is what I would have done.’ He smoothed his robe to conceal the welts the splinters had marked on his shins. ‘I was almost taken, and that is no easy feat.’ His flat phrases implied a total lack of conceit as he raised one finger. ‘I am worried because we have been compromised.’ He lifted a second finger and added, ‘I am relieved to have made a clean escape. If the team that gave me chase ever guessed whom they had cornered, they would have taken extreme measures to be thorough. Subterfuge would have been abandoned in favor of my successful capture. Therefore, they must have expected to net a courier or supervisor. My identity as Acoma Spy Master most likely remains uncompromised.’
Mara straightened in sudden decision. ‘Then it seems a wise course to absent yourself from this problem.’ Arakasi all but recoiled in surprise. ‘My Lady?’
Misinterpreting his reaction for hurt feelings that his competence lay questioned, Mara attempted to soften her pronouncement. ‘You are too critical to another problem that needs attention.’ She waved her dismissal to Jican, saying, ‘I think the trade problems can wait.’ While the little man bowed his acquiescence and snapped fingers to call his secretaries to help gather his tallies and scrolls, Mara commanded all the other servants to leave the great hall. When the great doubled doors swept closed, leaving her alone with the inner circle of her advisers, she said to her Spy Master, ‘I have something else for you to do.’
Arakasi spoke his mind plainly. ‘Mistress, there exists a great danger. Indeed, I fear the master in command of this enemy’s spy works may be the most dangerous man alive.’
Mara betrayed nothing of her thoughts as she nodded for him to continue.
‘Until this encounter I had the vanity to consider myself a master of my craft.’ For the first time since discussion had opened, the Spy Master had to pause to choose words. ‘This breach in our security was in no way due to carelessness. My men in Ontoset acted with unimpeachable discretion. For that reason, I fear this enemy we face could possibly be my better.’
‘Then I am decided on the matter,’ Mara announced. ‘You shall turn this difficulty over to another that you trust. That way, if this unspecified enemy proves worthy of your praise, we suffer the loss of a man less critical to our needs.’
Arakasi bowed, his movement stiff with distress. ‘Mistress –’ Sharply Mara repeated, ‘I have another task for you.’
Arakasi fell instantly silent: Tsurani custom forbade a servant questioning his sworn ruler; and moreover the Lady’s mind was set. The hardness in her since the loss of her firstborn was not to be reasoned with; this much he recognised. That Hokanu sensed it also was plain, for even he refrained from speaking out against his Lady’s chosen course of action. The uncomfortable truth remained unsaid: that no one else in Arakasi’s vast network was either careful or experienced enough to counter a threat of this magnitude. The Spy Master would not disobey his mistress, though he were in mortal fear for her safety. All he could do was work in convoluted patterns, obeying her command in the literal sense, but evading what he could through general action. For the first, he must ensure that the man placed in nominal charge of digging out this new organisation could report to him on a regular basis. Disturbed as he was that Lady Mara should dismiss this dire threat with such ease, he respected her well enough to at least hear her reasons before he came to judgment against her. ‘What is this other matter, my Lady?’
His attentive manner smoothed Mara’s sharpness. ‘I would have you discover as much as may be learned about the Assembly of Magicians.’
For the first time since taking service with Mara, Arakasi seemed startled by her audacity. His eyes widened and his voice dropped to a whisper. ‘The Great Ones?’
Mara nodded toward Saric, since the slant the explanation must take had been his particular study.
He spoke up from the far side of the circle. ‘Several events over the last few years have caused me to question the Black Robes’ motives. By tradition we take for granted that they act for the good of our Empire. But would it not shed a different light on things if, in fact, that were not so?’ Saric’s wry humor dissolved before a burning intensity of unease as he added, ‘Most critically, what if the Assembly’s wisdom is pointed toward their own self-interest? The pretext is stability of the nations; then why should they fear the Acoma crushing the Anasati in the cause of just revenge?’ The Acoma First Adviser leaned forward with his elbows braced on crossed knees. ‘These magicians are hardly fools. I can’t believe they don’t realise that by allowing the Lord who murders by treachery to live unpunished, they plunge the Empire into strife most extreme. An unavenged death is an express contradiction of honor. Without the political byplay of the High Council, deprived of the constant give-and-take between factions as a leavening agent, we are left with every house cast adrift, dependent upon the goodwill and promises of others to survive.’
To her Spy Master, Mara qualified, ‘Within a year’s time, a dozen houses or more will cease to exist, because I am forbidden to take the field against those who would return us to the Warlord’s rule. I am rendered powerless in the political arena. My clan cannot raise sword against the traditionalists, who now use Jiro as their front man. If I cannot make war upon him, I can no longer keep my pledge to protect those houses who are dependent upon Acoma alliance.’ Shutting her eyes for a moment, she seemed to gather herself.
Arakasi’s regard of his Lady sharpened as he understood something: she had recovered from her mourning enough to have regained reason. She knew in her heart that the evidence against Jiro was too obvious to take seriously. But the cost of her loss of control at the funeral must be met without flinching: she had shamed her family name, and Jiro’s guilt or lack of it was moot point. To admit his innocence now was to make public admission of her error. This she could not honorably do without a worse question arising. Did she believe her enemy was clean of Ayaki’s blood, or was she simply backing down from exacting retribu
tion for Ayaki? Not to avenge a murder was an irrevocable forfeit of honor.
Regret as she might the heat of her rage and her wrong thinking, Mara could do nothing but manage the situation as if all along she believed in the Anasati’s treachery. To do other was not Tsurani, and a weakness that enemies would immediately exploit to bring her downfall.
As if to escape distasteful memories, Mara resumed, ‘Within two years, many we would count allies will be dead or dishonored, and many more who are neutral might be persuaded or driven by political pressure into the traditionalist camp. The depleted Imperial Party will face off, but, without us, with the disastrous probability that a new Warlord will reinstate the Council. Should that sad day dawn, the man to wear the white-and-gold mantle would be Jiro of the Anasati.’
Arakasi rubbed his cheek with a knuckle, furiously thinking. ‘So you think the Assembly may be tinkering in politics for the reason of its own agenda. It is true that the Black Robes have always been jealous of their privacy. I know of no man who has entered their city and spoken of the experience. Lady Mara, to pry into that stronghold will be dangerous, and very difficult, if not outright impossible. They have truth spells that make it impossible to insinuate someone into their ranks. I have heard stories … though I might not be the first Spy Master to attempt an infiltration, no one who crosses a Great One with deceit in his heart lives to a natural end.’
Mara’s hands twisted into fists. ‘We must find a way to know their motives. More, we must discover a way to stop their interference, or at least to gain a clear delineation of what parameters they have set us. We must know how much we may accomplish without raising their wrath. Over time, perhaps a means can be found to negotiate with them.’
Arakasi bowed his head, resigned, but already at work on the grand scale the problem required. He had never expected to live to old age; puzzles, even dangerous ones, were all the delight he understood, though the one his Lady had proposed was all too likely to invite a swift destruction. ‘Your will, mistress. I shall begin at once to realign the interests of our agents to the northwest.’ Negotiation was a futile hope, one Arakasi rejected at the outset. To bargain at all, one must have either force to command or a persuasive reward as enticement. Power and popularity Mara had, but he, too, had witnessed the display of a single magician’s might when the Imperial Games had been disrupted by Milamber. Lady Mara’s thousands of warriors, and those of all her friends and allies, were as nothing compared to the arcane forces the Assembly commanded. And what in the world under heaven could anyone have that a Great One could desire and not simply take for the asking?
Chilled, Arakasi considered the last alternative to effect coercion: extortion. If the Assembly held a secret that it would sell favors to keep any others from knowing, something it would be willing to grant concessions for, to ensure Mara kept her silence … The very idea was sheer folly. The Great Ones were above any law. Arakasi judged it more likely that even should he be lucky enough to find such a secret, the Black Robes would simply seal Mara’s permanent silence by putting her horribly to death.
Saric, Lujan, and Keyoke understood this, he sensed, for their eyes were upon him most closely as he rose and made his final bow. This time, Mara dared too much, and they all feared for the outcome. Cold to the core of his spirit, Arakasi turned away. Nothing about his manner indicated that he cursed a savage fate. Not only must he sidetrack what instinct warned might be the most perilous threat to target Lady Mara so far, but he would even have to abandon any effort at effecting a countermeasure. Whole sections of his vast operation must be rendered dormant until after he had cracked an enigma no man had ever dared attempt. The riddle waited to be unraveled, beyond the shores of a nameless body of water, known only as the lake that surrounds the isle of the City of the Magicians.
• Chapter Five •
Machinations
Two years passed.
No renewed attempts to assassinate the Lady of the Acoma came, and while all remained watchful, the sense of immediate risk had diminished.
The tranquility that settled over the estate house as predawn light rinsed the sleeping chamber was all the more to be treasured. Pressures brought on by recent unfavorable developments in trade and the friction between political factions steadily brought more stresses to bear upon House Acoma’s resources.
But now, only patrols were stirring, and the day’s messengers bearing news had yet to arrive. A shore bird called off the lake. Hokanu tightened his arms around his beloved Lady. His hands touched the ivory-smooth skin over her belly and a slight fullness there alerted him. Suddenly, the mornings she had closeted herself away from him and even her most trusted advisers made sense. An ecstatic flush of pleasure followed the obvious deduction. Hokanu smiled, his face pressed into the sweet waves of her hair.
‘Have the midwives told you yet whether the new Acoma heir is to be a son or a daughter?’
Mara twisted in his arms, her eyes wide with indignation. ‘I did not tell you I was pregnant! Which of my maids betrayed me?’
Hokanu said nothing; only his smile widened.
The Lady reached down, grasped his two wrists, which were locked around her still, and concluded, ‘I see. My maids were all loyal, and I still cannot keep any secrets from you, husband.’
But she could; as clear as the rapport between them could be, there were depths to her that even Hokanu could not fathom, particularly since the death of her firstborn, as if grief had laid a shadow on her. Although her warmth as she laid her face against her husband was genuine, and her pleasure equally so as she whispered formally into his ear that he was soon going to be a father by blood, as well as through adoption, Hokanu sensed a darker undertone. Mara was troubled by something, this time not related to Ayaki’s loss, or to the Assembly’s intervention in her attempt to bring vengeance on Jiro. Equally, he sensed that this was not the moment to broach any inquiry into her affairs.
‘I love you, Lady,’ he murmured. ‘You had better accustom yourself to solicitude, because I’m going to spoil you shamelessly every day until the moment you give birth.’ He turned her in his arms and kissed her. ‘After that, we both might find I had acquired a habit too fine to break.’
Mara snuggled against him, her fingers trailing across his chest. ‘You are the finest husband in the Empire, beloved – far better than I deserve.’
Which was arguable, but Hokanu held his peace. He knew she loved him deeply and gave him as much care and satisfaction as any woman was capable of; the profoundly sensed certainty that something indefinable was missing from her side of the relationship was a feeling he had exhausted himself trying to fathom. For the Lady never lied to him, never stinted in her affections. Still she had moments when her thoughts were elsewhere, in a place he could never reach. She needed something his instincts warned him he lacked the means to provide.
A pragmatic man, he did not try to force the impossible, but built upon their years together a contentment and a peace that were enduring and solid as a monument. He had succeeded in giving her happiness, until the dart struck the horse that killed her son.
She shifted against him, her dark eyes apparently fixed upon the flower garden beyond the opened screen. Breezes caused her favorite kekali blossoms to nod, and their heavy perfume swirled through the chamber. Far off, the bread cook could be heard berating a slave boy for laziness; the sounds of the dispatch barge being loaded at dockside reached here, strangely amplified by still water and the mist-cloaked morning quiet.
Hokanu caught Mara’s fingers and stroked them, and by the fact that they did not immediately respond knew she was not thinking of ordinary commerce.
‘Is it the Assembly on your mind again?’ he asked, knowing it was not, but also aware that an oblique approach would break the cold space around her thoughts and help her make a start at communicating.
Mara closed her grip on his hand. ‘Your father’s sister has two boys, and you have a second cousin with five children, three of them sons.’
Mara frowned, more troubled than he had originally guessed. ‘No. We’ve been through this. I will not see the Acoma name merged with that of the Shinzawai.’
Hokanu drew her close, aware now of what lay beneath her tenseness. ‘You fear for the Acoma name, then I understand. Until our child is born, you are the last of your line.’
Her tenseness as she nodded betrayed the depths of a fear she had wrestled with and kept hidden for the intervening span of two years. And after all she had gone through to secure the continuance of her ancestors’ line, only to suffer the further loss of her son, he could not fault her.
‘Unlike your father, I have no remaining cousins, and no other option.’ She sucked a quick breath, and plunged ahead to the heart of the matter.
‘I want Justin sworn to the Acoma natami.’
‘Mara!’ Hokanu said, startled. ‘Done is done! The boy is almost five years of age and sworn already to the Shinzawai!’
She looked stricken. Her eyes were too large in her face, and her bones too prominent, the result of grief and morning sickness. ‘Release him.’
There was an air of desperation about her, of determined hardness he had seen only in the presence of enemies; and gods knew, he was not an enemy. He stifled his initial shock, reached out, and again drew her against him. She was shaking, though her skin was not chilled. Patiently, carefully, he considered her position. He tried to unravel her motivations and achieve an understanding that would give him grounds to work with her; for he realised, for his father’s sake, that he would be doing no one any favors by changing Justin’s house loyalty – least of all the boy. By now the child was old enough to begin to comprehend the significance of the name to which he belonged.